Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Pericles, Prince of Tyre · chunk 24 of 36

Shakespeare, William / Wilkins, George · published 1609 · first performed or written 1608 [1606-1608] (Annals)
romance · King's Men · Globe
unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 497 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.

Oh our credit comes not in like the commodity nor the commodity wages not with the danger: therefore if in our youths we could pick up some pretty estate, 't were not amiss to keep our door hatched, besides the sore terms we stand upon with the gods will be strong with us for giving over. Come other sorts offend as well as we. As well as we, ay, and better too, we offend worse, neither is our profession any trade, It's no calling, but here comes Bolt. Come your ways my masters, you say she's a virgin. O Sir, we doubt it not. Master, I have gone through for this piece you see, if you like her so, if not, I have lost my earnest. Bolt has she any qualities? She has a good face, speaks well, and has excellent good clothes: there's no farther necessity of qualities can make her be refuzed. What's her price Bolt? I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand pieces. Well, follow me my masters, you shall have your money presently, wife take her in, instruct her what she has to do, that she may not be raw in her entertainment. Bolt, take you the marks of her, the colour of her hair, complexion, height, her age, with warrant of her virginity and cry. He that will give most shall have her first, such a maidenhead were no cheap thing, if men were as they have been: get this done as I command you. Performance shall follow. Alack that Leonine was so slack, so slow, he should have struck, not spoke, or that these Pirates, not enough barbarous, had not oreboord thrown me, for to seek my mother. Why lament you pretty one? That I am pretty. Come, the Gods have done their part in you. I accuse them not. You are light into my hands, where you are like to live. The more my fault, to scape his hands, where I was to die. ay, and you shall live in pleasure. No. Yes indeed shall you, and taste Gentlemen of all fashions, you shall fare well, you shall have the difference of all complexions, what do you stop your ears? Are you a xxxx? What would you have me be, and I be not a woman? An honest woman, or not a woman. Marie whip the Gosseling, I think I shall have something to do with you, come you're a young foolish sapling, and must be bowed as I would have you. The Gods defend me. If it please the Gods to defend you by men, than men must comfort you, men must feed you, men stir you up: Bolts returned. Now sir, hast thou cried her through the Market? I have cried her almost to the number of her hairs, I have drawn her picture with my voice. And I prithee tell me, how dost thou find the inclination of the people, especially of the younger sort?
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayPericles, Prince of Tyre
AuthorShakespeare, William / Wilkins, George
Publication year (edition)1609
First performance / composition (Annals)1608 [1606-1608]
First performance (BritDrama)1607 [1606-1608]
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
TheaterGlobe;Outdoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)romance
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 666 · TCP A12024 · DEEP 546
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1357–1387 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 24 of 36 in this edition
Length497 words · 620 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T49 — Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens and letters at 0.800
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Oh our credite comes not in like the commoditie nor the commoditie wages not with the daunger: therefore if in our youthes we could picke up some prettie estate, 't were not amisse to keepe our doore hatch't, besides the fore tearmes we stand upon with the gods wil be strong with us for giuing ore. Come other sorts offend as well as wee. As well as wee, I, and better too, wee offende worse, neither is our profession any trade, It's no calling, but here comes Boult Come your wayes my maisters, you say shee's a virgin. O Sir, wee doubt it not. Master, I haue gone through for this peece you see, if you like her so, if not, I haue lost my earnest. Boult has shee any qualities? Shee has a good face, speakes well, and has excellent good cloathes: theres no farther necessitie of qualities can make her be refuz'd. What's her price Boult? I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand peeces. Well, follow me my maisters, you shall haue your money presently, wife take her in, instruct her what she has to doe, that she may not be rawe in her entertainment. Boult, take you the markes of her, the colour of her haire, complexion, height, her age, with warrant of her virginitie and crie. He that will giue most shal haue her first, such a maydenhead were no cheape thing, if men were as they haue beene: get this done as I command you. Performance shall follow. Alacke that Leonine was so slacke, so slow, he should haue strooke, not spoke or that these Pirates, not enough barbarous, had not oreboord thrown me, for to seeke my mother. Why lament you prettie one? That I am prettie. Come, the Gods haue done their part in you. I accuse them not. You are light into my hands, where you are like to liue. The more my fault, to scape his handes, where I was to die. I, and you shall liue in pleasure. No. Yes indeed shall you, and taste Gentlemen of all fashions, you shall fare well, you shall haue the difference of all complexions, what doe you stop your eares? Are you a Woman? What would you haue mee be, and I bee not a woman? An honest woman, or not a woman. Marie whip the Gosseling, I think I shall haue something to doe with you, come you'r a young foolish sapling, and must be bowed as I would haue you The Gods defend me. If it please the Gods to defend you by men, then men must comfort you, men must feed you, men stir you vp: Boults returnd. Now sir, hast thou cride her through the Market? I haue cryde her almost to the number of her haires, I haue drawne her picture with my voice. And I prethee tell me, how dost thou find the inclination of the people, especially of the yonger sort?